There’s silence after that and it’s absolutely killing me. Jason is looking down at his feet, so I make eye contact with Niall, who’s trying to say he’s sorry through his eyes. And I can tell that he’s extremely angry as well and that it takes a lot of effort to refrain himself from taking action, even though his hands are literally tied.
"Why the fuck are you doing this?" Niall asks out of the blue.
His father looks up at him from the Forbes magazine he found on the table.
"Excuse me?"
"Why the fuck are you doing this to them you fucking prick!"
"Watch your mouth." His father says and stands up from the armchair, waving his gun. "It just so happened that they were home, and not their father."
"You’re a fucking piece of shit." Niall says and his father hits him over the face with the gun. I close my eyes. I can’t look at it.